Seventeen

Gerald Elmer Hubbard At Seventeen

Seventeen just out of school with nothing on his mind
No job, no cash and damn few friends to count on in a bind

Milking cows and mowing hay and making tractors run
The nearest girls 5 miles away don’t want a farmers son

They smell like cowshit, work like hell and most will early die
Without a pot to piss in and no one there to cry.

So he joined the Army just to leave the farm
With hero dreams and fantasies of stripes all up his arm

Seventeen and on his own and off to meet the world
Of hard-assed sergeants, soft-eyed whores and tight assed Christian girls

Seventeen and off the farm, an Army PFC
Three squares a day, a uniform, and all the world to see

Let him rock & let him roll, 3 years is all its for
And then its time to face the world and grow up time for sure

Let him rock & let him roll, 3 years is all its for
And then its time to face the world and grow up time for sure.